"Oh, 'im?" said Sal, a sudden light breaking over her wan face. "I never knowd his name afore."
Calton nodded complacently.
"I knew you didn't," he said, "that's why you didn't ask for him at the Club."
"She never told me 'is name," said Sal, jerking her head in the direction of the bed.
"Then whom did she ask you to bring to her?" asked Calton, eagerly.
"No one," replied the girl. "This was the way of it. On that night she was orfil ill, an' I sat beside 'er while gran' was asleep."
"I was drunk," broke in gran', fiercely, "none of yer lies; I was blazin' drunk."
"An' ses she to me, she ses," went on the girl, indifferent to her grandmother's interruption, "'Get me some paper an' a pencil, an' I'll write a note to 'im, I will.' So I goes an' gits 'er what she arsks fur out of gran's box."
"Stole it, cuss ye," shrieked the old hag, shaking her fist.
"Hold your tongue," said Kilsip, in a peremptory tone.